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Category: Penman Lounge

  • The Defining Silence ~ in memory of Kenneth Koch

    Could be the enclosed garden Just before the humming birds arrive. The pause when the raised voices Have said all & drained the air of peace. The restraint & halt as Monk’s hands Briefly stop above the keys. The edge reached as one foot Holds above the precipice. Cage’s 4.33 And hearing the aftermath. The…

  • I Still Feel

    I Still Feel Your hand on the small of my back I still feel it’s imprint the electrical spark How you turned my legs to water I still catch my breath at the memory of that first touch Your eyes locked on mine as we kissed that first time Tingling Trembling I still feel your…

  • A History of Violence

    As you shake your head, He jumps across a stretcher In a bombed out home, Violence, Violence, Everything is violence Cries the teacher. Armies come and go and wander in between Finding cities to sack Women to rape Children to enslave Blood to spill again and again When does it end you ask? He laughs,…

  • Indiscretion

    I. The sun still counts minutes With shadows grazing the bridge of your nose Your irises rest in the shade of two o’clock A lone bird demands attention at the tip of a solar flare. Ringlets tousle in a head pivot Suddenly it is six The white ring on your itching wrist darkens There is…

  • The Lazarus Phenomenon

    One shave and you’re Back in the world, Two blades rub Against your face In a metallic imitation Of the kiss you miss, Luckily it’s all electric, Your hand trembles too much To hold a naked razor Against your jugular. Now you’re the gardener again, Taking care of yourself, She would be proud, only If…

  • Soupcon

    along the lines the grace notes come on in light rain shimmering window too ragged the beat repeats strong amongst chords held in falling versions finding home in fragments assembled into song

  • Non Prescription Color Contact Lenses, or Beautiful Eyes for Everyone

    Tonight, after supper, the dome of the sky will open in sections Watch the photons swarm the entryways the exitways All the unborn infants have shopping lists There’s an inflammation of naked mole rats in the turnstile A man at a booth on the sidewalk wants to sell a pair of scissors to snip at…

  • I love handfuls

    anything with a shape breaks, my empty shelter collapses, my inefficient transport, its gliterry paint chips. From underneath my chin I look indifferently upon the crumbling angles of yourself appall at that indifference–detectable only with a mirror. In and out of geometries we inhabit, we traverse our luster smears, but the kindle and hum is…

  • Choices Changes and Charges

    Show your true colors from the GATE Because I really DiSPiSE the one’s who are FAKE Thought I knew you, it was all a DREAM HA u didn’t have what it takes couldn’t make the TEAM

  • To Aunt Stella

    To Aunt Stella I remember as a little girl seeing you standing with your arms filled with Birds of Paradise Your smile as bright as your eyes. I bubbled with joy… “Aunt Stella!” burst from my lips as I ran to you and then I was in your arms smothered in flowers… all those years…